AN EYE (LENS) FOR AN EYE!
Pinterest “ Time to go in for a cataract surgery!” The doctor’s cheery words sank in and there I was once again, following the self-same routine of eye drops at fixed times during the day. Around eight years back, I had got a cataract removed from my left eye in a tiny hospital in Chennai. Despite all my apprehensions, it had been an almost pleasurable experience with a kaleidoscope of colours and a sensation of water flowing into my eye. I came out of the surgery smiling for all I was worth. I hoped that my second surgery would be as easy and as pleasurable. Surprisingly, I was more tense this time, even though I did not anticipate any pain or discomfort. My husband and I made our way to the hospital in the morning. After my eye had been dilated, the pressure taken and the usual tests done, I was taken into the inner room where I had to don a pink hospital gown over my clothes. There was an older gentleman who was promptly given a blue gown. Colour-coded according to gender, n...